Dried leaves in boiling water…

…an exercise in associative blogging. Tea. My Nanna (Dad’s mum), who I remember as teaching me to drink tea – no sugar, a bit of milk, strong and hot. Breathing in the steam from the mug, cupped in cold hands, sitting around a campfire at night. So many glorious camping holidays with my family and my mum’s twin sister’s family when I was a kid. Yum cha, the brew getting stronger as the meal progresses until the pot is refilled and it goes back to hot water lightly tinged with colour and flavour. The ritual of Grandma’s teapot, readied before … Continue reading Dried leaves in boiling water…

Swimming

I can’t remember learning to swim, though I do remember swimming lessons, specifically taking the life-saving course at Pymble pool in the summer holidays while my younger siblings were learning to swim and going to the school swimming scheme in primary school. I know diving clicked for me when I was 9 and we were in Tahiti on our way to the US where my dad was going for a 4 month sabbatical. There is also the family story of sibling rivalry wherein I was going without floaties for the first time at 3 years old and my sister, 21 … Continue reading Swimming

Sundays in My City

Hosted by Unknown Mami Last Sunday I wasn’t in a city, instead we had traveled back 1000 years and were in a pine forest near Armidale camping out for 4 nights with over 400 other people. I keep promising myself and others that I’ll produce the definitive post-holiday post but I still haven’t recovered enough for my brain to be up to the task, so you’re getting a pictorial teaser instead. Tom cooking quail Our tent, complete with replica viking queen-sized bed Battle lines Markets Bonfire on feast night The past is an awesome place to visit but I wouldn’t … Continue reading Sundays in My City

Pictorial fragments from the past week

Hosted by Mrs4444. This week’s Friday Fragments has, very conveniently, been put off till Saturday which means I didn’t have to be incredibly rude and spend part of Christmas Day hiding away behind the laptop in order to participate. Of course just because I didn’t have to have net time yesterday doesn’t mean I stayed completely away…. I’m so addicted. Head on over to Half-Past Kissin’ Time for more fragments from the festive season. **** Our camping trip to Fingal Bay last weekend kicked off to a great start with us stuck in a traffic jam on the freeway, we … Continue reading Pictorial fragments from the past week

Beorgwic was…wet

We left home rather later than we had intended for our trip to Beorgwic, the annual event hosted by the Ancient Arts Fellowship at the Danelaw property in the Southern Highlands. As we drove south I tweeted my fear that we would be putting the tent up in the rain, what I didn’t quite anticipate was that it would also be be dark. Pitch black dark. We put the tent up in the rain and freezing cold by torchlight. I am so very glad that putting up a geteld is incredibly quick. (Many thanks to Talisien of Blue Draco for … Continue reading Beorgwic was…wet

Lithgow Ironfest

Yesterday we hauled ourselves out of bed at 6:15am and headed off to Lithgow for a day at Ironfest with my mum in tow. The Huscarls had a paid gig there to provide a living history display so a bunch of them were camping Friday and Saturday nights but we decided it was all too hard and that we’d just come up for the day. I packed my bead making stuff but didn’t end up using it as the club trestle table hadn’t made it to the camp. When we arrived I couldn’t wait to get into my dark ages … Continue reading Lithgow Ironfest

Not blogging, not sleeping, not coping

It’s 1:45 in the morning. I’m supposed to be taking the animals to be boarded for the weekend first thing tomorrow, have to leave the house at 7:30am. I’ve not made the clothes for myself that I wanted to get done for the reenactors’ conference this weekend. I’m not being very nice to my kids. And I’m up to my eyeballs in stuff to do both at work and at home. Stress = not going to bed. So fucking stupid. *kicks self* At least I’ll sleep while we’re camping, it’s much harder to stay up too late when living in … Continue reading Not blogging, not sleeping, not coping

Food and love (Part 1)

Some time ago Liz posted a piece titled Love You With Food, it ends with these lines: There is a legacy of love and food and cooking in my family. I’m so glad to be part of it and so glad it doesn’t end with me. I wish I could say the same thing about my family. It’s not that there was any lack of love, or indeed of good food, in my childhood – far from it! But somewhere along the way food became a problem instead of an uncomplicated celebration and the legacy I inherited could be better … Continue reading Food and love (Part 1)

Merry Beach

We’re back! We came home a couple of days earlier than planned because I managed to do something nasty to my back and was in agony. Plus the forecast for Saturday said we’d be copping at least 35 degrees C (95F) and I stop functioning in anything more than 28 degrees. So there didn’t seem to be much point in hanging around only to spend a large part of our one remaining full day going for a drive in the air-conditioned car just to keep me sane (we’d done that once already). I didn’t take very many photos, I’m terrible … Continue reading Merry Beach

Crap

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning. We’re leaving to go camping in the morning and I haven’t packed my bag or had a chance to find all the CDs, games and books I want to take with us. I have however cleared my work email in-box (which has taken me the last 4 hours to do), the kids’ stuff is all packed and we’ve got all the tent and other equipment in the car already. With any luck we’ll be on the road soon after 9:00am. (It’s a good thing Adam likes driving because I’m so not going to be … Continue reading Crap